Tuesday, August 30, 2011
I have a lot on my mind as of late. I have been a busy girl, working out at the YMCA. Who knew that I could do 45 minutes of exercise? Not me. What' s more, I think I actually LOVE the treadmill. Strange days indeed.
I feel like I am in a race for my life. I see clearly now how I have let certain troubled people in my life weigh down on me. I not only consumed to much food, but I consumed all the stress around me. I absorbed all the sadness and stress and misery bipolar has brought in to my life.
And when I get on the treadmill, and I start going faster (walking of course)and steeper, and I start to really sweat, I feel like I am losing all the years of stress. And with each step on the treadmill and each pound lost I am getting closer to becoming me again. A LIGHTER me, in every sense of the word.